Today was one for the books—Mistress Q and I had two male slaves in for a little boundary-pushing session, and let’s just say, we left no stone unturned. Dressed to perfection in our shiny latex skirts and stockings, we didn’t just set the tone—we owned it.
The fun began with them kneeling side by side, stealing nervous glances at each other. Q and I circled them like the queens we are, teasing, taunting, and making sure they knew exactly who was in control. A single command had them facing each other, hesitant but obedient, as always.
“Now, boys, show us how eager you are to please… each other.”
Mistress Q, ever the enforcer, was quick to make sure they didn’t hesitate. A firm hand on a shoulder here, a tug on a leash there, and they were reluctantly leaning in. The first touch was clumsy, but with our sharp words and precise guidance, they started to understand—this wasn’t about their comfort. It was about our satisfaction.
As they explored each other under our watchful eyes, their initial awkwardness melted away, replaced by sheer determination to impress us. Mistress Q leaned in close, whispering instructions that left them blushing but compliant, while I stood back, arms crossed, smirking at how perfectly they were following orders.
By the end, they weren’t just performing for us—they were fully immersed in the moment we created, desperate to earn our approval. We rewarded their progress with soft laughs, a sly “good boys,” and just enough praise to keep them craving more.
Watching them cross those lines for our amusement? Pure satisfaction. Another session, another masterpiece in submission and control.
Stay obedient, stay devoted,
Mistress Azumi & Mistress Q